I Loved Him


I loved him, I loved him, but he didn’t love me true,
So, I took a gun and shot him.
What else could I do?

I miss him, I need him, but he’s way down below.
And I’m up here a pine-in’
Lord, I loved him so!

I loved him in the mornin’, I loved him late at night,
But most of all and best of all he always done me right.

I loved him, I loved him, but he didn’t love me true,
So I took a gun and shot him.
What else could I do?

 

In this video, Dorothy leads an eager chorus in her one and only country western song, at her husband Dave’s birthday party. One would never guess that Dorothy is a svelte 92, or that Dave is 100.

 

 

Poet, amateur songwriter and photographer, former member of Womanspace in Great Neck, New York, Dorothy Roberts raised three kids and spent the rest of her day creatively musing. What came out were words, music and stories. Even the supermarket tabloid, The National Star, recognized her talents and awarded her First Prize of $1,000 for an acrostic poem about Oprah's prospective wedding dress (never worn). Born in Brooklyn, daughter of an esteemed rabbi who performed weddings on weekends, right in their home, Dorothy was forced to skulk around upstairs until the ceremony was over. It was then she decided the title of her memoir would be: "There's a Bride in My Living Room." [Written for Persimmon Tree by her son Jimmy Roberts composer of many musicals including I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change.]

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